User blog comment:Dewface/Dear diary:/@comment-1859920-20120618173008

Dear Diary,

Sorry Brozky, this is a late entry, but here goes.

Its the day before I leave my grandmother's house In Iowa to fly back to by own home in good 'ol Virginia. I'm still recovering from the aweful head-wound I received exactly a week ago while on my Uncle's farm. What head-wound I hear you ask?( :P didn't know a diary could ask a question) Well here goes. Due to the extreme head trauma I obtained, I do not remember some of the important circumstances surrounding the situation, but I know I was having a awe-shish(not a word) time on my Uncle's ATV's(four-wheelers) with some siblings before taking an accidental swan-dive into their creek(*rubs swollen head ruefully*). I do not remember what happened afterward, but do remember standing outside their house with blood matting my hair and coating my neck and shirt, and my sister taking a picture( XD ). I was then rushed to the nearest hospital by my farmer Uncle and older bro, and then flown via helicopter to a larger hospital in Nebraska after they'd cut my shirt off. I was released later the next day with stiches all up my head, a left arm twisted so badly that it hurts to dress, a swollen jaw that hurts to eat with, a badly bruised neck and chest, and a fractured cheekbone. So you see, Diary, my time in Iowa has not been uneventful(unfortunatly for me).

So, besides attending the highschool graduation of two cousins, I haven't much more to tell you. As I resume my aimless wandering and resting, I ask that, although Diaries cannot pray, I am kept in the prayers of many others.

--ForrestFighter out...


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